The middle-aged man acted decisively. He immediately turned and gave orders, summoning all the hired hands to move the warehouse stock, clear out the warehouse, and steadily carry out the necessary corrections.
Lin Taichu stood at the warehouse entrance, watching the busy workers and waiting quietly.
Half a day later, all the spices had been moved to an open area and spread out to dry. The warehouse had been cleaned and fumigated, and the damp, chilly stench within the manor visibly began to fade.
The clean, pure fragrance of spices returned to the air, no longer heavy and oppressive.
After working for a while, the hired hands also vaguely felt their chests grow lighter and their minds clearer. They were no longer as drowsy and weak as before.
After handling everything, the middle-aged man returned to Lin Taichu with a respectful attitude.
"Thanks to Mr. Lin today, otherwise our manor would sooner or later have fallen completely into ruin, and everyone would have had their health ruined by this strange air. What kind of reward does Mr. Lin require? I can offer it all."
Lin Taichu shook his head.
"There is no need for a reward."
He had opened the North-South Trade Route to stabilize the flow of goods in all regions and ensure the people could live in peace. Spice Manor was an important link in the North-South Trade Route. Only when the manor was secure could the trade route be considered complete and smooth. His actions this time had also strengthened the foundation of the trade route, so there was no need for additional compensation.
"You only need to strictly control the spice-making process from now on. Do not rush production or stockpile goods during bad weather. Clean the warehouses regularly, keep them ventilated and dry, and do